Erica quietly opened Randy''s bedroom door at the crack of dawn. She tiptoed toward her own room. Just as she thought she was in the clear, a voice rang out behind her. "Erica, why aren''t you wearing shoes?"


    Startled, Erica spun around to see Debra standing there.


    Erica hastily hid the high heels she was holding behind her back. "I didn''t want to wake anyone up."


    Debra raised an eyebrow. "Got drunk against night?"


    "Me? No way," Erica eximed. "It was Randy. He drank too much. I helped him back to his room, but he wouldn''t let go of me. I ended up falling asleep there."


    She waved it off and added, "I was just worried you''d overthink things. Didn''t want to cause any misunderstandings."


    "So it is." Debra blinked knowingly.


    Erica grew flustered. "I''m serious."


    "Take it easy. I get it," Debra replied, her tone teasing.


    Erica realized Debra had misunderstood it. Worse yet, Debra''s eyes were fixed on the men''s shirt she was wearing.


    Erica panicked and exined, "I mean it. He even threw up all over mest night. I had no choice but to wear his shirt." Suddenly, the door to Randy''s room creaked open.


    He yawned, scratching his tousled hair. "What are you two arguing about early in the morning?"


    Erica seized the opportunity. "Randy. Tell her. You drank too muchst night, wouldn''t let me leave, and threw up all over me." "Huh?" Randy blinked, his brain struggling to process.


    Catching Erica''s frantic gestures, he smacked his forehead and said, "Oh, yeah. Last night I drank too much, and Erica took me back. I clung to her and threw up on her."


    He repeated it like a robot.


    Debra sighed, "I already knew that. No need to repeat it."


    "Good, as long as there''s no misunderstanding," Erica said, forcing augh. "I stayed up all might taking care of him. I''ll go back to


    catch up on sleep." Cont


    But Debra called after her, "Erica."


    belongs


    "Anything else?" Erica asked, her voice tinged with guilt.


    Debra handed her an invitation. "Here is the wedding invitation. Make sure youe."


    "Your wedding?" Erica''s eyes lit up, and she tugged at Randy''s arm. "See? I''m the first one to get the invitation."


    Randy, still nursing a hangover, groaned as Erica shook him. "Yeah, I found out about it yesterday."


    "What? Why didn''t you tell me?" Erica demanded.


    Randy exined, "I found out when Marion told me about the wedding. Then I dragged him out for drinks. But who knew this guy, who hardly drinks, had such a high tolerance? I ended up being the one suffering.


    Don''t even get me started